Friendship Application || Quackity x OC ☑️

treinta y tres | wine stream (pt. 2)

Dawn | wine stream (pt. 2)

"Are you two okay?" Wilbur asked, amused by our current state. It wasn't so surprising that we tropic-inhabitants are vulnerable to the cold in temperate climates. We were at the Soot Studio, now completely furbished for music production. It was naturally cold outside but Wilbur has the habit of using the ac at full blast, which both Alex and I can never get used to.

"It's fucking cold, Wilbur, but you're stupid high-tech air conditioner won't obey me," Alex complained as we huddled closer together. We shared a blanket, sitting on one of the leather couches. I can feel Alex's hand rubbing mine for warmth inside his jacket's pocket.

"I'll turn it up, Big Q," he said, stepping into the room, making sure he prevented the door from closing with a little wooden cube he had laying around. The door, like all those years ago, locks by itself which, to this day, annoys Wilbur in every way possible. Not that they never changed the knob because they actually have quite a few times, it just happens. 'A curse' is what he calls it. Wilbur places 3 wine glasses on the table and a bottle of wine, "This one's yours, D." He pushes one glass towards me.

Wilbur's nickname for me came naturally. He just called me 'D' one day, saying he found it fit since he called Alex 'Big Q' on screen and off screen.

He then walked to the thermostat to make the room warmer. "Oh and, Q, I got something for you in the mini fridge," he pointed at the little refrigerator they had close to the corner of the desk. Alex then opened it and pulled out 3 packs of Capri Sun. "You're drinking that when you're inebriated, to wash down the alcohol."

Alex hands me a pack that's apple flavored. He and I both have at least a box of Capri Sun at our apartments, I'm usually the one who finishes them all up though.

"I fucking love apple Capri Sun, I'd put it in one of my parents' fancy glasses and hold it like this," he held the the glass close to the lid, almost like he was picking up a piece of paper, "pretend it's whiskey. Those were the days, prime of my life, to be honest."

"That's great, Q, because I can't have you try and pee on my wall anymore."

"I never actually fucking peed on your wall."

"Who's to say you won't do it today, you were so close last time, so close, Big Q, so painfully close that I'm keeping a mop here just in case. You— I should have brought a urinal, put it in the corner there for you to use too."

"He can use the wine bottle," I proposed but Wilbur only looked at me like I grew two heads.

"He'd shoot his pee anywhere but the hole, D, you expect this man to aim when he's drunk? Not unless you've— he hasn't urinated at somewhere else besides the bathroom at your place, right?"

"Oh, no, but he might. I'd give him five hun— no, a thousand subs if he doesn't spill any from using the wine bottle," I gave Alex a suggestive look.

"I'd do it right fucking now, is that a fucking challenge? Gimme me the bottle, prepare your money, doc," Alex responded.

"No, you are not messing up my carpet. We just had it changed. Here's your bottle of water, in case you get drunk beyond repair," Wilbur hands him the bottle.

Alex eyes me, holding his very moist bottle. He's never gotten over the day he found out I didn't have cold water at my apartment. Alex preferred his water cold, he'd put bottles in the fridge until they're literal ice. "Look, Dawn, it's cold water," he taunted. "Dawn doesn't like her water cold," he gave Wilbur context.

Wilbur looked taken aback, "I don't think I've ever encountered many people who like their water lukewarm. Warm, I understand people have it as a sort of regimen because it's soothing or something."